Skip to main content



Men min fågel märks dock icke (1899) Op. 36 no.2

Men min fågel märks dock icke

Svanen speglas ren i sundet,
knipans vita vingar vina,
lärkan höres högt i höjden,
spovens rop kring kärret rullar,
våren samlar sina skaror,
får sin fågelflock tillbaka,
väntar dem med sol och värme,
lockar dem med långa dagar.
Och jag, arma flicka, fiker,
söker skingra saknans mörker,
vårda värmen i mitt sinne,
vill som våren vänlig vara,
synas ljus som sommardagen.
Och jag gläds, fast sorgen gnager,
ler, fast tåren trängs i ögat,
men min fågel märks dock icke.

My bird is nowhere to be seen

The swan is mirrored in the strait
The goldeneye's white wings whirr,
The lark is heard high up in the sky
The curlew's cries roll around the marshes,
Spring gathers its flocks
Gets its flight of birds back
Awaits them with sun and warmth,
Lures them with long days.
And I, poor maiden, worrying,
Seek to dispel the darkness of my loss
Care for the warmth in my heart,
Want to be kind as the Spring,
Appear fair like the Summer’s day.
And I rejoice, though Sorrow gnaws me
Smile, though the tear fills my eye,
But my bird is nowhere to be seen.

If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.


Jean Sibelius was a Finnish composer and violinist of the late Romantic and early-modern periods. He is best known for his set of seven symphonies, but he also composed over a hundred songs for voice and piano, and various pieces inspired by nature and Nordic mythology.

 Information from Wikipedia. Read more here.

See Full Entry

Sorry, no further description available.

Previously performed at:

Mailing List